novelzi Chapter 451: Both Wounded, Neither Victorious
Chapter 451: Both Wounded, Neither Victorious
Chapter 451: Both Wounded, Neither Victorious
The earlier anomalies with the spatial tears gradually calmed in the battlefield where Xuan Ying and Pang Jian clashed, though the fractured earth had yet to mend.
Blade and sword lights sporadically flashed, only to fade quietly into the depths.
Xuan Ying's bone-white hands gripped her blade as she silently gazed at Pang Jian.
The residual forces from when Pang Jian's final mysterious realm collapsed were still eating away at her arms.
Whoosh!
A force powerful enough to obliterate a Rank Eight foreign race warrior raced up her arms. Its disordered energy effortlessly pulverized her tendons and flesh.
It was like invisible venomous dragons or monstrous serpents were devouring both her arms.
Before long, the residual destructive force stripped the flesh clean from her arms, leaving only two skeletal limbs behind.
Despite this, her gaze toward Pang Jian was unnervingly calm. It was as if her bloodied, ruined arms did not belong to her at all.
Suddenly, her eyes turned fierce, as if confidently awaiting something.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Pang Jian's sunken ribcage splintered and he vomited a mouthful of blood as the skin over his chest ruptured like fractured earth.
Crimson mist burst forth from his Providence Mystic Reservoir Acupoint to envelop his entire body.
A hidden, destructive force surged into Pang Jian's body and revealed itself with devastating effect.
Pang Jian, gravely injured, fell helplessly from the air.
Xuan Ying's eyes flickered with satisfaction at the sight.
"Did you really think you could wound me and remain unscathed?" she sneered coldly.
An immense surge of blood essence rose from her heart, and her fleshless arms started to regenerate.
Sinew and muscle wrapped around her bones while blood snaked through them in a mesmerizingly grotesque fashion.
It looked as if several monstrous blood-colored serpents were writhing their way up her skeletal arms.
"Pang Jian!"
Zhuang Yuyan, Qi Qingsong, and others rushed forward when they saw Pang Jian plummet to the ground.
"Miss!" Several Rank Eight Demon Scale Race warriors descended around Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying shook her head. "I'm fine."
Her delicate face finally revealed a hint of pain, but no one could see it beneath the silvery scales of her mask.
She glanced at the sinister bone ship hovering in the sky and said softly, "Let them go. I said before that if he could hold his ground against me, I'd allow him to leave with his companions."
Several Rank Nine Demon Scale Race warriors aboard the ship frowned, but they nodded reluctantly.
After swallowing a pill and regaining some strength, Zhou Wenhao approached Pang Jian with a complicated expression. "Pang Jian, are you all right?"
"I'm still alive." Blood dripped from Pang Jian's mouth and stained his chest as he forced himself to swallow a Great Blood Enhancing Pill.
Activating the Grand Providence Sacred Body's self-healing ability, he stabilized his injuries as best as he could.
He had not expected the Rank Eight Xuan Ying to be this overwhelmingly strong.
The Ghost Race warrior relayed a message to the Rank Eight warriors below, ordering them to halt their actions and allow the Sword Pavilion disciples to ascend to the evacuation point unharmed.
***
A Demon Scale Race warrior close to Xuan Ying handed her a healing pill, his gaze filled with concern as he watched Pang Jian's distant figure.
"Miss, that young man...he's incredibly strong and will only grow stronger in the future."
Xuan Ying replied coldly, "So will I."
"I'm worried that he'll surpass Li Zhaotian in the future," the warrior said lowly. "Miss, you've witnessed it yourself—Li Zhaotian, with his peak Immortal Realm cultivation, survived a battle with the chief. That's terrifying.
"Li Zhaotian possesses the power to challenge those above his cultivation realm. He'll undoubtedly become unimaginably fearsome once he ascends to the True God Realm.
"And Pang Jian appears to be the same."
Xuan Ying's eyes shone with anticipation. "First, my bloodline and combat prowess at every rank far surpasses that of my father. My strength will surely exceed his when I reach Rank Ten as well.
"Second, no one with a Primordial Chaos Spiritual Sea has ever ascended to the True God Realm.
"There's nothing for me to worry about if he cannot join the ranks of the True Gods of the human race.
"Lastly, I'm confident I can kill him, even if he does become a True God."
Xuan Ying fell silent.
"You have no idea how much I gained from fighting him," she added after a moment. "My blood, the profound mysteries within my bloodline, and even my Rank Eight body have all been solidified because of this battle.
"He could be the most evenly matched opponent I'll ever face in my life.
"Each clash with him will elevate me. He is a crucial stepping stone in my ascension into a Demon God.
"It's essential for me that he remains alive and grows stronger.
"You wouldn't understand, so just follow my orders," she concluded.
***
A small Sword Boat and a grand warship from the Boundless Sky Divine Kingdom were docked at an evacuation point on a mountain.
The Blazing Rainbow Marquis, one of the three marquises of the Boundless Sky Divine Kingdom, watched as Pang Jian voluntarily stayed behind as the rear guard at the foot of the mountain.
Zhou Wenhao, Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan, and the other Sword Pavilion disciples in the Spirit Condensation Realm and Soul Wandering Realms steadily made their way to the summit, where the spatial teleportation arrays awaited.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Foreign race flying vessels silently approached from across the Cosmic Skies Continent.
Assistance from civilizations in the outer worlds meant that these newly forged flying vessels were in no way inferior to those of the human race.
The warriors aboard the flying vessels wore dazzling armor and wielded extraordinary artifacts.
"The Sword Pavilion truly cannot be underestimated," a young Radiant Race warrior remarked as he soared over from the direction of the Radiant Sun Sect.
He resembled a humanoid sun, completely hairless to the point of having no eyebrows. A radiant solar halo surrounded him and his pristine skin emitted a dazzling glow.
"Lie Yi!" The Rank Nine Demon Scale Race warrior aboard the white-bone ship sternly rebuked, "Our lady has already promised to allow Pang Jian to lead his companions back!
"Lie Yi, it doesn't matter what status or position you hold in the Radiant Race, our Demon Scale Race makes the decisions on the Cosmic Skies Continent!"
The Rank Nine Demon Scale Race warrior knew the young powerhouse from the Radiant Race had arrived with a clear target in mind—Pang Jian.
Lie Yi of the Radiant Race also had a Rank Eight bloodline and had been the most renowned young powerhouse of the Fifth World before Xuan Ying.